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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trippie Redd
Vocals
Fijimacintosh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cas van der Heijden
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White II
Songwriter
Sil Van Bebber
Songwriter
Tyvion Christian Harris
Songwriter
Vladislav Piasetskyi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Igor Mamet
Mixing Engineer
UK24
Producer
LOESOE
Producer
Lyrics
(Loesoe goin' crazy)
(Sil on the beat too)
Yeah, expansions in the mansion, that's my hideout
Fuck the bitch, she kiss and tell, I gave her timeout
Out here gettin' paper, bitch, I'm on the grind now
Hella F&Ns and drums when we slide out
Foenem brazy, just got home, they wanna ride out
Make you meet your maker, fuck your soul, we take it
Woke up in the mornin', bitches makin' eggs and bacon
Makin' multi-millions while you niggas makin' statements
Makin' love to your bitch and makin' what you can't make
Niggas love talkin' shit until they cannot talk no more
I got love in the city, but I cannot love a ho
Out the country and shit with a bad lil' model ho
Rockin' red like I'm Santa, red and black carbon, red bandana
Infrared beam in a red 'Rari, took the red eye from a red carpet
Fuck a red bone with a red heart, took the red pill, now I'm heartless
Mr. Redd don't give a fuck, you know that nigga came from darkness
Mr. Redd don't give a fuck, that boy'll turn you to a carcass
Is you actin' tough with me? Lil' bitch, is you retarded?
Pussies reachin' for the top the most will hit the ground the hardest
She wanna suck my sword because she say that I'm the sharpest
I'm The Dark Knight, bitch, in some bright ice, bitch
This a gang, not a clique, fully auto with that switch
Yeah, expansions in the mansion, that's my hideout
Fuck the bitch, she kiss and tell, I gave her timeout
Out here gettin' paper, bitch, I'm on the grind now
Hella F&Ns and drums when we slide out
Foenem brazy, just got home, they wanna ride out
Make you meet your maker, fuck your soul, we take it
Catch an opp and turn 'em to bacon, ٱلسَّلَامُ عَلَيْكُمْ
It's a game of elimination, tell me what side you gon' pick
Jigsaw a nigga, catch a pig, cut him limb from limb
I just smoked a blunt of Runtz and landed on a fuckin' blimp (yeah)
Only blue hunnids in my left pocket, nigga, I ain't bangin' Crip
My young nigga ready to catch a stain, and he'll do it anywhere
That lil' petty shit you makin', we'll throw it in the air
I bought my bitch new Chane-ne, she'll fuck me anywhere (shit, goddamn)
My bih boujee, look at my fingernail before I put 'em in her (yeah)
Why the fuck this nigga mad at me? His bitch under my picture
I could really post the shit, it make you mad and make you bicker
I got a lil' bag (yeah), and it's way bigger (yeah), I'm on they ass, I know they can feel it (yeah)
Balenci' boots and Rick the denim, Lord, forgive me, I know I'm a sinner
Fashion killer, codeine sipper, bitches beggin' to take down my zipper
Pussy good, I might just tip her, yeah
I don't smoke no Swisher Sweet, bitch, I'm rollin' RAW Organic
Walk around the mansion with my choppa, I won't never panic (yeah, ay)
Yeah, expansions in the mansion, that's my hideout (ay)
Fuck the bitch, she kiss and tell, I gave her timeout
Out here gettin' paper, bitch, I'm on the grind now (oh, okay)
Hella F&Ns and drums when we slide out
Foenem brazy, just got home, they wanna ride out
Make you meet your maker, fuck your soul, we take it
Writer(s): Cas Van Der Heijden, Michael Lamar White Ii, Sil Van Bebber, Vladislav Piasetskyi, Tyvion Christian Harris
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